This morning I had an adult-life stress-nightmare. Come: relive it with me... ...the sky was a threadbare blue, like faded jeans... I'm in my high-rise apartment and the sun is already so high I can't see it in my window. I need to drive to work! But I can't remember how to get to work.… Continue reading And Then I Flipped It
Category: Narrative
Events from my perspective.
CPJ-7: A Brief, Optimistic Theory
My new theory is that I'm a valuable person and acting lazy couldn't change that. I still tell myself stories about what I did overseas, especially in Palestine. Up until last week I thought I was being pathetic, living in the past...
Fables of the 21st: Coin Laundry
The laundry machines downstairs do not take Canadian quarters. When I was one quarter short on laundry, I dipped into my lockbox of exotic coins and odd tokens.
Sign of the Stag
The stag assessed the situation: craned his neck, turned his head sideways and back again, shifted on his long sturdy legs, and swept the air for sounds of movement using huge, swiveling ears. As he did so, I noticed he had at least 12 points on his rack. I'd never seen a buck of that status wild in the woods.
Kelly Clarkson’s Prophesies
Kelly Clarkson's "Breakaway" started playing on the radio next to one of the anti-contamination hoods (I've enjoyed juxtapositions like that). Kelly's words were my reassurance, or as close as I could get. My supervisor had just delivered the news: corporate is downsizing her team, my last day would be the 25th.
A Phoenix in an Olive Tree
S/he most certainly is a phoenix. S/he's alight but not like a bonfire. The only smoke or steam I can see is from the singed olive leaves, not quite aflame but starting to char. Some embers linger on the ground (are those ruined cactus lobes? blackened egg-shells? glowing droppings?); but nothing catches-- nothing rages.
People over Money
(...)I laughed as soon as I was out of ear-shot. Aside from active volcanoes, no topography is less "ownable" than a dune. The only thing that has a prayer of slowing it or changing its direction is a stand of huge, old, hardwood trees. The dune must be completely run-through with interlacing, strong roots to be frozen. The poshest house cannot grow roots, cannot tame the sand. (...)